He practically threw the folded napkin in his lap to hide what he thought must be the tallest raging hard-on ever.
He coughed. “You took so long to call. I honestly got worried that you wouldn't?”
Savannah smiled at him. "I'm sorry about that" she said. "But honestly, I just couldn't seem to make up my mind about calling"
"Why?" he asked.
"Well, I guess I was worried about looking desperate... Or something like that" she replied honestly.
"There's no need to feel that way" he said. "Believe me, if there anyone who is desperate between the both of us, it's definitely me"
Savannah smiled. "Yeah I highly doubt that" she said.
"I'm serious." Matt said. "I kept thinking about you. Wanting you to call. And if you didn't..." he stopped talking.
"What would have happened?" Savannah asked, still smiling.
He had his own thing about paying.When he was taking women on dates, he made sure he had more than enough money which he had always viewed as a bit of a curse—but now he viewed as one hell of a blessing, because if it meant that he could treat a woman like Savannah right, then maybe he could have the future that he had hoped for, then it wasn’t just a blessing. It was everything.Discomfort gnawed away at him. As Matt caught Savannah stealing shy looks at him, his money thoughts faded and he started to wonder if she could keep them happy for the rest of their—“Matt? Ready to go?” Savannah asked him.The waitress had taken the check, cleared the table, and was practically pulling out the vacuum to clean their spot.The meal paid for, they stood and he put his arm around her waist. She leaned into him just enough to finally send him a signal that told him, Oh, yeah, and off they went outside. He re
A man who very much desired her—and who was showing it, touch by touch.“Oh, oh!” she whispered, his hands slipping between her ass and the blanket, her naked bottom half exposed. Modesty disappeared, rational thinking went right out the window, they were just two people enjoying each others’ bodies and minds.Muscled arms pressed in the right places, his fingertips gently folding back her labia and his hot breath teasing her just before his tongue did its dance, flicking against the tender, red skin that craved his mouth so much.She bloomed with lust, every pulse of energy focused on her womanhood as he sucked her clit, slowly extracting the release within, entering and pulling back with two perfect fingers as he seemed to know exactly what to do to make her build to a climax. This wasn’t some shy guy who didn’t know his way around a woman’s body; she couldn’t control her shaking legs, a sign she was getting so close and, moreso,
She continued this motion, going gradually faster and faster as his fingers tightened in her hair. She gently touched his balls, knowing she was on the right track when she began to taste him as he released that little drop of fluid, and she groaned with enjoyment. She took him into her mouth as far as she could, as her fingers clutched the base of his cock while continuing to stroke it, his athlete’s body tensing and clamping without regard for anything but the pending release.She blew more air on the sensitive skin while milking him, and he groaned, neck muscles tense with the agony of holding back. She was ready to give him the release he so desperately needed and licked her palm to get ready for more when a firm hand covered hers.“No. Not like this. I want to be in you,” he commanded. It wasn’t a request. Savannah was more than ready to comply, but he beat her to it.He searched for her clit, finding her willing again. “You ma
Memories of all they’d done together last night flooded through Savannah's mind.Her vaginal muscles instantly squinched, recalling the incredible pleasure of the amazing climax the previous night. It had been so fantastic, but…what happens now?“Sleeping beauty awakes,” Matt drawled in an indulgent tone.”You could have waited for my kiss.”Relief poured into her smile. He wasn’t setting their fantasy aside yet. Maybe there would be more than one night. Lots of nights."I haven’t slept for a hundred years, have I?" she tossed back at him, wondering what time it was and if he had any plans for today—plans that included her.“No. But it’s time you were up if you want to come to the races with me.” he said.“Races?” Savannah asked." What races? "“
Definitely a warrior, Savannah thought, happily revelling in the secure knowledge that Matt Bradford was not about to accept an ending to their relationship at this point and didn’t care what anyone else thought of it.“Home,” she instructed. "And then later to a department store. You can pick me up at the taxi rank outside the store at eleven-thirty. I will call you.”It was only then that she remembered that she had to be at work. She paused, then decided she would call Victoria and ask her to cover for her. She did the same for her most times.Matt's whole body clenched with frustration as she walked towards the bathroom, her blond silky bedmussed hair tumbling over her shoulders, the sexy curve of her spine drawing his gaze down to the even sexier derriere, its voluptuous sway reminding him of how provocatively exciting it had been last night. And the supple strength in those long legs&h
He wasn't expecting Neal to come up with such a ridiculous business proposal. Of course, he had rejected the offer, but he still wanted that business deal. And he needed to get Neal to drop the marriage idea. That was the reason why he was at the party actually.It should come as no surprise. Neal Patchett was getting old, and it shouldn't be too surprising that he would want his only child to get married. Dash just didn't understand why Neal would pick him. He had met Tess just once, and while she had the innocence of an eighteen-year-old, she must be twenty six or twenty seven, having completed her degree at university three years ago.He remembered attending a formal dinner to celebrate. It was at that dinner that he had seen Tess, and he hadn't really spoken to her, apart from the time he had offered his congratulations to her and they had talked for like one minute. And that was why he couldn't understand why Neal would want him to
“This bothers you?” he asked. Most women of his acquaintance would find a car a very appropriate birthday gift.Her pansy eyes focused back on him. “No. Not really. Well, except that I don’t drive, but that’s not the point. It’s just that I think he’s trying to make up for something.”“Perhaps he regrets spending so little time with you through your formative years.” Dash said.Her soft, feminine laughter affected his libido in a most unexpected way.“He had the housekeeper take me out to dinner for my birthday after having the Porsche delivered by the dealership.” She said said.“He bought you a Porsche?” That was hardly a suitable gift for a young woman who did not even know how to drive. She could kill herself her first time behind the wheel with such a powerful car. He would have t
“I—”“Consider…The words of that gossiping pair distressed you and yet you know them to be false. Your father has no need to buy you either a husband or a lover.” He accentuated his words with a small squeeze of her shoulder. “You are lovely and gentle, a woman any man would be lucky to claim.”Now she’d forced him to fabrication to get out of the sticky situation. She made herself smile. “Thank you.” she said.The stunning angles of his face relaxed in relief and he returned the smile.Good. If she could convince him she was fine, he would let her leave and she could find someplace to lick her wounds in private.No one else would notice if she disappeared from the party. Well, perhaps Edward, her colleague from the women’s shelter would notice. Only she had left him thoroughly engrossed in a debate ov